Part III: Note to reader: The first 2 parts of this saga detailed how a couple, Rick and Rachael, found a good deal of excitement by simply having her show more skin than usual while out for dinner.
The title of "A Missing Button Started It All" is in reference to an event in which Rachel's blouse lost a button, resulting in some interesting exposure. All action that follows results from that. During that event, they met Marsha, a waitress at a bar in a hotel.
After some sensual events there in a booth in the hotel bar, Marsha left a note to Rachael implying she would like to build a relationship with her.
Part II of this saga had the two women meet at a Starbucks where they quickly became friends. Marsha propositioned our lead, Rachael, and this is where this section Part III starts off.
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My nipple was hard in her mouth. Her warm and beautiful mouth. The mouth of a slender and sensual woman ten years younger than me, yet more knowledgeable and mature in some ways. One of those "ways" was in what she was doing to me now.
My breast was being explored by another woman. Me, a happily married woman in her forties who loved fucking my husband. I was being devoured by another woman.
Her lips, tongue, and teeth were testing my skin as I stood naked before her. She had found her way from my lips to my neck, then to my shoulders, and then finally to my breast. Another woman's mouth was on my nipple and she was eagerly sucking on it. How incredible!
Many years before, after way too many drinks, my college roommate and I had done something similar. It was different then. It was playful exploration and mostly we giggled, perhaps nervously, through the event. I can't say that we made love. We simply explored. It was harmless fun. We did go all of the way to sixty-nine and that was an interesting experience, but we were not attracted to each other, we simply wanted to find out what it was like.
After that, my roommate seemed embarrassed by the whole thing and seemed to go out of her way to prove that she was into guys and not other college girls. That proof, to her, was to screw more guys than I could count. After that year I never saw her again.
Had I lost a friend by our mutual and passing interest in exploring another female body? I think so.
Tonight, was different from that seemingly simple exploration of another woman I had back in college. This wasn't being done for casual fun. It was something else. This was something intense and there was a need in our actions. Marsha's actions with me. Marsha, a woman I had met over a week before while my husband and I were at a bar. She was our server that night. She was also our conspirator as we were engaged in some erotic play there at the bar and she helped us keep things private.
Now, there I was, in a darkened hotel suite and naked. Like almost everything with this event, Marsha had dictated the circumstances. She picked this evening and had Rick book a suite for us in this hotel, the same hotel where she worked in the bar.
We came together during dinner for a pleasant conversation with drinks then moved up to the suite once the meal was done. That is where things turned interesting. This was where Rick and I knew that something would be happening to us. Something exciting.
Marsha had wasted no time. She undressed me after directing my husband to sit in a chair in a corner of this suite and turning the lights to low. He was to remain silent. Those were her instructions. He was to be invisible. He could watch but that was all.
Marsha was totally in control. She was in control of what she and I did together, and she was in control of what my husband was allowed to do. In a way, this was a good thing. It let both Rick and I simply go with the flow. A very erotic flow.
The sum total of my actions so far was to do what she instructed. I had stood still while she pulled the dress up and over my head and tossed it aside. Standing before me she had looked me over and examined me as I stood there in panties and bra.
Did she like how I looked? I could not tell. I know my husband likes my trim body, but did she? My hips are narrow, and my b-cup breasts don't compare to Marsha's larger chest. Did this matter to her?
"I am going to have fun with this," she announced after looking me over and asking me to turn slowly so she could visually inspect me.
Then she had removed my bra and finally my panties and I stepped out of my shoes. I was naked in front of this delightful woman. Marsha. I didn't even know her last name. She was simply Marsha, a woman who most men would want after a first glance. I too wanted her.
Now, not only was I longing to be with her, but she seemed to want me as well. To my disappointment, Marsha remained fully dressed while exploring my body with her mouth and hands. I wanted for her to be naked with me, but this wasn't happening. Not yet anyway.
I'm not a lesbian. At least, I've never thought of myself as one but this night all I wanted was to feel her against me and to meld my body into hers. I wanted this other woman as much as I have wanted any man, including my husband.
"To me, there are roughly three categories of sex," Marsha said as she pulled her luscious lips from my breast and moved back up to look into my eyes. "Not counting the very enjoyable pre-sex erotic activities. No, I am thinking of three groups of activities of what we humans do with our bodies when we are together."
"Three?" That was all I could think to say at that moment. I was not expecting any sort of discussion from her at that point. I was naked in front of this woman and my husband, Rick, was sitting quietly about 20 feet away watching us. At least I assumed he was watching us as my attention was solely on Marsha, that delectable slender redhead.
"Yes," Marsha said as much to me as to my husband who sat in that dark corner. "First, there is sex for reproduction and physical need. Just fucking and maybe procreation. Nothing more, nothing less."
"Fucking," I repeated, in something of an erotic trance, as Marsha turned me to face Rick while she let one hand roam down my body.
"Next, there is romantic love," Marsha continued her monolog while continuing to explore me. "That Hallmark Romance movie thing where you truly love another person as if they were a part of you. A relationship where caring and mutual support and respect are key components."
"Oh, yes," I moaned in response as she nuzzled my earlobe while also running one hand down to my crotch. My cunt. This was definitely not a Hallmark Romance moment.
"Then, there is a third and quite diverse bucket of sexual activity. The one where we have dipped a toe into." Marsha continued.
"Or a boob," I attempted a joke and received a delightful pinch to my right nipple in response.
"I won't list those other things as they may scare you away." Marsha guided me to sit on the bed before her while she loomed over me. "Words like; kinky, twisted, perverse are often used to help describe this third group."
This, to me, was one of those erotic and kinky events. I knew I had never done anything which I would call twisted or perverse. Was she leading up to this?
Marsha finished her dialogue. "It's difficult for most romantic couples to switch things up to do these other things. How does a couple who hold hands and watch sunsets together change roles to do things which may be harmful or perverse? Some couples can but most can't."
"Is that what we are to be?" I asked.
"Yes. You are already romantic with Rick and I won't get in the middle of that. No, our times together must only be in this third grouping. The kinky and twisted stuff. Can you be that for me?"
"I want to be whatever you want me to be."
